Where Are We Going
When we are young we may ask,
where are we going?
Life is a long winding road,
filled with adventure.
Will we stay in our hometown or,
will we travel around the world?
Will our talents be born to the world or,
will we hide them to our self?
Many talents I may have,
painter, sculptor, print-maker, ceramist, and writer,
I shall not pick one,
for I shall pick all for this one life.
Life brings me much enjoy,
death and sadness.
All in one short life,
how does one contain it all?
Where are we going,
does anyone ever really know?
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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